Friday Keys Drama

Front Door

Front Door

A few weeks ago, you might recall, I blogged about locking my keys inside my house, and having to go to my work to pick up the spare set.

On that particular evening, we had a casual working the night-shift. “What are you doing here at this time of the evening?”, he asked. And then I explained to him what had happened.

I haven’t seen him since, until today. And guess what? It’s happened again.

Well, it was slightly different this time. I don’t know why, but somehow I managed to leave work this afternoon, having neither locked my office, nor having remembered to take my keys with me.

I guess it was because I was in a hurry to catch up with Michaela for an after-work chat at our favourite small bar, Yulli’s on Crown Street. It just gets busier and busier every week, it seems, thanks to word-of-mouth.

Anyway, I rang a colleague asking if she could lock up my office and hide the keys somewhere so I could pick them up later.

Although I toyed with the idea of catching a cab back to work, and doing the round trip, I eventually decided it was probably easier and cheaper asking someone back at work to drop them in a cab, and to have them dropped off.

Guess who answered the phone when I rang? It was the same casual who was there a month ago when I’d locked myself out of my house.

“I just want to assure you Michael”, I told him, “I’m really quite a well-organised person. And it’s just a co-incidence that you have been around both times in the last several years when I have misplaced my keys…”

I don’t think he was convinced. I think I’m going to become known as “the guy at work who is the boss who keeps losing his keys”.

Oh the shame…

But anyway, the best part of the story concerns what happened next.

I asked Michael if he could drop the keys into a cab outside the building. Without much success, he walked up to the people on our front desk security.

It was then one of the people on front desk security rang, offering offering to drop the keys, as she was travelling through Surry Hills on her way home. How great is that? What a lovely thing to do…

And about ten minutes after she finished work. I was reunited with my house keys for the second time in a month.

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